Your Favourite Tipple?

Actually, my favorite tipple is a good Bourbon. I like the single barrel ones, in a glass with ice and sometimes as a Bourbon Manhattan. Followed closely is a good beer, dark over light, chewy over soft.I too would love to spend an evening with many of the posters here in a small, dark bar; old tables carved with names and initials, fireplace to drive away the chill, and tales told late into the evening.Oh yeah, to be 21 again and for it to be the mid 60's.

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Jar, you have up until now struck me as a person of perception and perhaps even taste, but that illusion has been shattered. A good burbon, like Blanton's or Rowan Creek, is to be sipped at room temp. from a shot glass.Bourbon over ice... utter savagery.Remember, if it isn't from Kentucky, it isn't bourbon.This message has been edited by mikehager, 10-15-2004 08:31 PM

Alas, since my teetotaling brethren are nearly all that, teetotallers, when we gather for communion it's synthetic grape juice or hopefully at least Welches real pasteurized grape juice. At dinners, etc its a choice of decaff coffee, tea, coolaid, or water. I go dry or maybe some tea at all but communion. When I get home I enjoy a glass of Coors or maybe a glass of wine which I buy by the case for the best deal. Now and then I mix in some whiskey, rum, or vodka which I get via my business which is liquidating estates, antiques and 2nd hand, etc. {I use little strong drink like the whiskies, etc so I never need to buy them. The estates I liquidate often have them in the lower kitchen cupboard or basement shelf.)Please understand I dearly love my Christian and church brethren, but they are generally very nutritionally stupid. They die like flies, clogging their arteries with the junk food, ice cream and leach the minerals outa their bones via soda pop, all the while missjudging those of us who do as Jesus and his apostles did, embibing in a tad of alcolic beverage to suds out the arteries, gladden the heart and calm the nerves.

I've always wanted to drink whiskey growing up, I thought it would make me cool. I finally had the chance to show my stuff one day when a wonderful old rancher in the boonies of central Nevada invited me in for a sip of the good stuff - some sort of Canadian whiskey...I about barfed all over his spectacular displays of Native American projectile points and knives. The stuff felt and tasted like acid going down. But like the good little guest I was, I choked the stuff down and even finished a second, albeit smaller, glass - thank heaven for small favors!!This gal prefers extra dry martinis, these days.

The only way I like scotch or whisky is in food, sorry.I am quite partial to good wine, usually reds, but as long as it is delicious I am colorblind.I rarely drink alcohol without food, and since hard liquor dulls the palate, it's wine for me.

I'm a teatotaller who doesn't even drink tea! How pathetic!The wildest thing I drink is hard water straight out of the well. A while back when my husband and I had dinner with his new employers, my husband decided not to drink alcohol because we had a very long drive back home. During the course of the dinner chit chat, they discussed cars and golf. Just as they finished discussing golf, one of the executives asked my husband if he was a teatotaller or just not drinking for the evening.Unfortunately my husband had never heard the term teatotaller. He just stared blankly at the man. I answered for him and asked him later what the problem was. He thought the guy was still talking about golf and was trying to figure out what a "tee totaller" was.I have since upgraded his vocabulary. Just never cared for the taste of alcohol.When it comes to food and drink I am so This message has been edited by purpledawn, 10-16-2004 07:56 PM

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Take your pick hun.

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Favorite tipple??A spicey bloody mary with the whole garden. You could live off them, the perfect food.

Buz--I would share a drink with the lot of you except that I am diabetic and the alcohol messes with me ...I used to enjoy beer and perhaps one would be ok. I really prefer green tea if Brian would let me get away with that. I could get quite calm in a hurry!
The polyphenols are wonderful for the innards.

I've had to swear off drinking since I came to the desert, but that won't last long My poison of late has been Captain Morgan spiced rum. Ever since Mardi Gras this year, when we passed a bottle around for an hour and a half while driving (not me!) to New Orleans, I've had a great liking for it.Close seconds: vodka/Red Bull and Irish Car Bombs.

This brings to mind that some of the best in the Bible were teetotalers, such as John the Baptist and that some like Daniel as well as our Lord Jesus had long times of abstinance from alcolholic beverage for spiritual enrichment. As I've said before, most of our liquors and wines are processed with harmful chemicals. Health experts give good reason that many such as diabetics should abstain. The Bible has many warnings of abuse of wine and strong drink. It is something to be used wisely and most carefully.

Not a single beer drinker here??

My Scottish grandfather was a whisky-blender for Teacher`s before migrating to the colonies. Alas, I knew him not, so I never got to know the finer points of Scotch. My Uncle Harry brewed a dynamite beer. He would boil up the hops, add sugar, bottle it, wait thirty minutes, and say 'I think it`s ready.'

zephyrHey bud sorry to hear about the forced abstinence. I bet the war could be over in a heartbeat if they were to put huge kegs of ice cold german beer in refrigerated trucks and left them for the insurgents to get ahold of,wait a week, then walk on in to collect up the drunken sots.I am sure that none of them would be able to shoot a tank from ten feet and if they did they would fall to the ground in agony from the hangover.I can relate to the spiced rum from my years at skiing.Do you know how hard it is to negotiate with a mogul field after a 26'er? There was a contest we used to set up after hours at a place called Hemlock valley. The rules were basically last man standing won the admiration and respect of those whose injuries had not rendered them unconscious
After the managemant had gone down the hill{ about 10:30 P.M} we would fire up the night lights on the small chairlift.One of us would elect to remain sober to run it{that of course wouldn't last} while the rest would see how long it was till whatever level of skiing ability you possesed was replaced by a fundamental need to bury your head in snow.Now there was one and only one tree on this run and I do not know the physics behind it but the experiments prove conclusively that the higher the level of rum consumed the greater the likelihood of encountering said tree.It is quite a sight to see a person appearing to do his/her level best to avoid occupying the same space at the same time with the tree while being inexorably drawn to its bark.You get the picture.Needless to say our ski patrol was among the best on the planet due to the volume of training and the extraordinary ability to remain capable of setting splints while laughing due to being under the influence.
Even the memory of the hangovers hurts.Hey I hope you're enjoying the warmth because we just recieved our first snowfall today{This is going to be a harsh winter}.All the best and may the road rise to meet you.{Hopefully not from a mine.}

Yes, there's one, at least. I've whined here before at the piss-poor selection available out in this desolate country, but when I can find Guiness, or Beck's, or Red Stripe perhaps, or Harp, I'll consume one. Orangeboom (Dutch word, not English), Murphy's Stout, or Singha are, alas, unknown in these here parts.My one trip to Aberdeen included a visit to a bar with some 250 different sorts of Scots whisky. I was amazed at how widely the few I tried varied, but the experience failed to convert me.